Mar 2019
If I let you peek inside
The dark room called my heart,
Would you run from the faces
And blood on the walls?
Would you hide from me?
From the fear of being engulfed
By the emotional flames
which consume me
Daily?
The dark room called my heart,
Would you run from the faces
And blood on the walls?
Would you hide from me?
From the fear of being engulfed
By the emotional flames
which consume me
Daily?
It’s a terrible experience to let people in and they give up on you. This poem is centred around that exact feeling which is something I fear very much.
